On a search (4 Days)

I was on a search today. First item, a lockset for the door to our new barn that C was so diligently working on all day. They did not have the one I wanted. Second item, Vinyl Composite Tiles. You know, those ugly tiles that they have in a cafeteria, or the grocery store. I need them for the retail space I just leased to our new tenant. They are opening, Lucky Dollar. Obviously, they're Asian. I'm not really sure what the fascination with the word lucky is in the Asian culture, but they seem to use it an awful lot in the names of their businesses.  Back to the tiles...I am at Home Depot, because they have the best price. Every time I go there, I want to shoot myself. If you need any help at all, you are totally doomed. The guy helping me, did not want to help. That was totally obvious. I had a simple request. Please give me a quote for 62 boxes of these tiles, and tell me how many boxes you have in stock. After three trips to the aisle to obtain the SKU #. I thought we finally had it. But he had apparently written down the number for a single tile, so back we went. Then he had to type it all in, you know, the number 62, that was another 20 minutes or so. Finally he gave me the sheet. I mean seriously, where do they find these people?!? I feel bad when I encounter someone who has clearly been left to do a job that they aren't capable of, or haven't been trained for. Like the time I was at Dunkin' Donuts and the guy couldn't even make a pot of coffee, and he was all alone, with a line. I helped him. But I swear, these people at Home Depot just really do not want to help you. They try to answer no before you even ask your question. They ask you if you need help when you come in the door, but I'm pretty sure they expect and hope that you'll say no.

I tried not to over analyze symptoms, and just relax. I also had a nice talk with my sister, J.A.. I realized that which sister I am referring to may get confusing, so...J.A. is three years younger than me, lives about 10 minutes from me, and is mother to my 7 year old nephew, N. J.R. is four years younger than me, lives about an hour and a half away and is currently pregnant. And A, my youngest sister is 6 years younger than me, and lives about an hour and a half away, too. AND my brother, B, he lives about 20 minutes from me. It's way more complicated, but I'll save that for another day. Anyway, it was really nice to talk to J.A. today, she lost her first baby at 22 weeks, and she completely understands what I've been through. Although I'm closer to J.R., J.A. and I are very similar in the way we think and act, our wit is the same, and we even look alike. Sometimes it's just really nice to talk to her. Even though we live so close, we hardly ever see each other. Just two different paths, I guess.

I can't believe that tomorrow is already Sunday! Come on Wednesday!!!!!